Stephen King

I dreamed I was at my aunt's house and there were a lot of other people there. I was gathering clothes to do laundry, and looking for the washing machines (it was a sizable place) when I got a small scorpion on my hand and it wouldn't let go and before I could get it off it had stung my finger. Instead of it being a bug bite type sting it had split my finger open, like a gash. There was no sickness either, just the injury. My aunt told me to put a bandaid on it and I searched the medicine cabinet but we were out of bandaids so she told me to go next door and borrow one from the neighbors. I got very excited because I knew my aunt lived next door to Stephen King. She had the key to his house because they were away and she was looking after the place. Me and a couple of other people, one a blonde woman who was my friend, went over there. We stood outside for a few minutes just looking over the outside of the house. It wasn't King's real residence but one certainly worthy of him. It was a rambling brick structure, dark and somewhat overgrown. We were about to go in when the King's got home. My friend explained to Stephen that I'd been hurt and needed a bandaid, and Tabby (his wife though played by a tv actress in the dream) looked at my hand and they asked us in. Once inside she said she'd go get the bandaid. The house interier was huge and dark in most places. We roamed all around the front part, there were hallways leading off in every direction. One room was like a dance floor, wide and open and I imagined I saw snippets of his books play out in the space (I saw little girls in pink ballerina outfits scampering around the room to music and could vaguely see a carousel making the music). He was walking to another room and I scooted up beside him and asked him something, I don't remember what now, just trying to get him to talk to me. He did, he was kind, but I could tell he was not really wanting to be sociable so I bid him farewell. I guess I got the bandaid I woke up at that time, feeling wonderful that I'd been so close to my mentor.